Katherine Pierce Gif Novels & Stories

“Anyone can tell this is photoshopped.” “You are lying against me now,” I joined in with an angry look. “You want to paint me out to be the horrible person. It won’t work. I’ll make sure I make you regret this. Better don’t cross my lane or I’ll show you the true meaning of pain. You poor wench.” Katherine smiled that sweet smile and looked up at me. "I wonder." She said softly, "what would happen if Dacre ever got to hear of this?" She didn’t blink. Just smiled. My stomach tightened. Everything spun. Like that… she had me.

“Hmm.. Monday.. After classes..” “Okay. We’ll go there then..” He smiled dotingly at Diana. Morris listened to this conversation and perked up in interest. Katherine Atwood is a petite girl wearing glasses. To find out that she’s actually a Martial Arts Instructor is quite surprising. Morris was curious as to how this petite girl could manage to teach martial arts. She doesn’t even look like she could hurt a fly.

"I'm just saying. People are writing essays about your chemistry. Actual essays, Ava. Someone did a whole breakdown of your eye contact in slide four." "I'm aware." "You looked like you wanted to kiss him." "I looked like I was doing my job." "Your job. Please, your job is a hot piece of ass everyone is begging to do. " She snorts, scrolling further. "Ava. There's a compilation account with forty thousand followers dedicated entirely to gifs of you two staring at each other. It's called ava_and_zane_endgame." "That's not a real thing." She turns her phone around to show me. It is, in fact, a real thing.

When he finally turned the screen toward me, I saw a picture. Three people stood together in what looked like an old photograph, Amelia, a woman I didn’t recognize, and a man who was equally unfamiliar. They were all smiling and looked like they were good friends, yet the way Amelia was staring at the man… It wasn't casual. It was sharp, almost possessive, like she could cut anyone who came too close. I lifted my head a little from the pillow, my brows knitting, “What’s this picture about?” Kaidon didn’t take his eyes off me as he spoke, his tone deliberate, “That woman in the picture, her name is Katherine.” He paused, letting the name hang in the air, heavy, “She’s dead now.”

“Disappointed? No. Bored. Same old thing. You show up at every wrong scene, but damn, you’re zero fun.” Riley arched a brow and pushed herself off the wall. “Oh? And what do you call fun, princess? Blowing off someone’s brains? Is that exciting enough for you?” Katherine’s throat tightened slightly. But instead of flinching, she stepped forward in a slow and deliberate manner. Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Hmm,” she mused, circling Riley with lazy grace, “I said exciting, not predictable.” Riley’s hand flexed on the handle of her knife, her smirk flickering just enough to reveal her unease. “What are you doing?”

Catherine saw that some dancers bowed their heads and some looked into the nothingness. Catherine went to the speaker and plugged it’s wire to her phone and changed the music to The Shape of You by Ed Sheeran and she went to the dance floor and started dancing hip hop, specifically popping and locking. Everyone was surprised to Catherine’s hidden talent and suddenly Catherine approached Tristan, one of the ballet dancers, as if she’s challenging him. Catherine knew that Tristan can dance but he won’t budge.

I sent the message and as expected, it wasn't delivered. I began to surf through my gallery for the pictures that she and I took when we were still together. The way she used to look at me, the way she used to hold me, the way she used to rest on my chest. It was obvious in the pictures that she loved me. "How beautiful!" A female voice spoke behind me. My heart skipped a beat as I turned around quickly. My eyes met with hers. It was Katherine standing behind me. She was wearing a lingerie. "How beautiful?"

I managed to force Eiffel down while Kiara ran a hand through her hair, which looked like a sxy wild mess of waves, and damn it, I wanted to run my hand through them and tug them when I kissed her. “Katherine is going to die someday,” she muttered under her breath and was about to open the door when I held her elbow. Stepping behind her, I leaned down and gave a soft kiss to her jaw and whispered, “Tell her you’re not feeling well. I want to take you home.” She took a shaky breath and I bit back my smile. Kiara opened the door and Katherine sighed in relief when she saw her best friend. Then her gaze traveled above her, and she raised her eyebrows at me when I smiled sheepishly.

How is that possible? I've had like four shots and I'm perfectly fine–ish. Okay, I am tipsy, but not bad enough that I can't drive or reason clearly. But Katherine here is completely out of character, she's giggling, throwing her hands over my shoulders, drawing close to me and resting her head on me, hugging me. She's given me like twenty–five thousand pecks in the last hour and she's called me extremely good–looking, seven times. Yes, I kept count.

Panting, he grabbed tissues from the counter, wiping her face and between her legs with surprising gentleness. "Good girl. Now, try on the lingerie. Show daddy how arousing you look in them." Katherine stood on wobbly legs, blushing furiously as she stripped fully, the torn panties discarded. Piece by piece, she modeled for him, first a maroon lace bra that cupped her breasts like an offering, nipples peeking through the sheer fabric, then a matching thong that rode high on her hips, barely covering her swollen pussy, the color complimenting her skin tone too well.